Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Techniques,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.